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2014

Finn

Finn vs Maru

Of all the things I thought I’d google, I didn’t think it’s ever be “HELP, MY BABY IS TURNING INTO A CAT.”

And not just any cat, but Maru, the legendary cat in a box.

How did this happen? I do not know. This baby woke up one day and decided that the meaning of life can be found in cardboard boxes. Or something. And I’m turning into a crazy box collector lady just so that he can sit in them.

Finn’s motto in life these days is ““Is that a box??? Why, I must be in it!” I guess if one must have a motto, that’s a pretty good one to have. 

Round 1

finn vs maru 1

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Round 2

finn vs maru 3

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Round 3

finn vs maru 2

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Round 4

finn vs maru 4

The End

stuff best described as not safe for parents

A trip down to crazydreamtown

I get the craziest dreams when I’m pregnant, and usually in the last trimester. I can’t say why this is so, maybe It’s my mommy bear instinct going into hyperdrive. So there’s this level of crazy dreams which hangs around in the vicinity of mildly bizarre and this other level that’s way deep into crazy dream town. And in the land of #crazydreamtown, I think this one takes the cake.

Want to hear it? Of course you don’t. But I feel like I need to talk about it; it’s part of my process to come to terms with what my subconscious has done to me so here goes.

I was watching Mean Girls with the husband the other night which led to a conversation about Tina Fey and how she got slashed as a kid. I then spent the next hour or so reading about her horrific experience feeling truly sick in the gut. (note to self: DON’T READ ABOUT KID SLASHING ATTACKS AT NIGHT. OR EVER.)

On retrospect, the crazy dream was like me asking for it but even so, I need to have a word with my dream machine about compartmentalisation.

Later that night, I went to bed and dreamt that Truett got slashed in a back alley somewhere and by the time I got there, he was already gone. I held him in my arms feeling the weight of every bad feeling that existed int he world, plus a little bit more.

That was the single most helpless, terrifying, awful feeling I’ve ever had up to this point in my life and in the dream, I pretty much lost it. I went total batshitcrazy until I woke up, whereupon I discovered that it was all just a dream. Oh, the sweet, sweet relief of finding out it wasn’t real? I just sat there on the bed trying to wrap my brain around it before running into Tru’s room to hold him just to be sure.

You’d think that was the end of it but no. So that was like 4 in the morning and I went back to bed in the aftermath of a crazy dream…only to continue an even crazier dream. This time, it was like a reenactment of the first dream, except I managed to get there in time before Tru got slashed and I was like “RUN, TRU, RUN!! GET OUT OF HERE NOWWWW GO GO GO!!!!!” But obviously the slasher still needed someone to slash right, so I guess it had to be me since being heavily pregnant puts some severe restrictions on my mobility and speed. I got slashed pretty bad but I knew I couldn’t die because then Theo wouldn’t make it. In my dream, I actually willed myself to survive until the husband got there and he was all “OMG hang in there babe, I’m getting the ambulance” and I said “There’s no time, you have to get the baby out NOW, just do it, if not he’s not going to make it” and he was like “Are you crazy? I’m not performing a c-section on you here or anywhere ever” and I started yelling “DON’T BE SUCH A BABY, JUST DO IT NOW! OR GIVE ME A SHARP OBJECT AND I’LL DO IT MYSELF!!”

Turns out that was the point where I woke up (thank you, subconscious!) and I didn’t have to perform a c-section on myself without anesthesia.

I woke up the husband and told him about the dream and he started laughing his head off. “Knowing you, give it another 15 minutes in the dream and you’d probably have done it yourself,” was all he said.

He’s right, I would totally have done it in real life (or at least died trying, quite literally), which is possibly the craziest part of all this.

Also, Truett got extra hugs for the rest of the day, which he thought was cool. He doesn’t know why though.

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Books that moved me

Books were once my best friends. We got each other. We spent hours together and they taught me wonderful things like how to talk to spiders, travel in wardrobes, and escape from a French prison. As a kid, I’ve been called a bookworm more times than I can remember; and I didn’t mind because it was true, I even had a pair of thick plastic specs to complete the look.

I remember spending entire recesses hidden in a corner in school with my nose in a new book I just could not put down. I’d get ravenously hungry in class later but it was always worth it.

Sleep? Who needed sleep? Bedtime was for reading and I spent many nights huddled up in bed with a book and a torch. “One more page”, I’d tell myself. Next thing I knew, it’d be morning and it was time for school.

This one time, I hid a copy of Roald Dahl’s Tales of The Unexpected in my Chemistry textbook and tried to read it in class, pretending that I was deep in thought over electrons. Looking back, it was such an obviously dumb move – I was busted and sent out to the corridor to ponder the error of my ways. Somehow, I managed to sneak the book out with me via my skirt pocket and I spent the rest of the lesson lost in the home of a London stockbroker. Sort of worth it, but kids, PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS!!

It’s hard to pick favourites because there were so many but if I really, really had to choose one, I think my all time favourite childhood book would be Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne. It’s not the most exciting narrative – just a silly old bear off on silly little adventures with his friends – but it’s exactly my kind of book.

pooh

I wish there was a grand story behind how this book came into my life but there isn’t. I don’t even know where it came from or whom it belonged to, I just found it on the shelf one day and started reading it. You know how some books make you fall in love? This is one of them – it made me smile and cry and hold my breath and giggle all at the same time, and there are so many gems in this one book, like these:

“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like “What about lunch?”

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Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered.

Yes, Piglet?”

“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”

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“I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh. “I wish I were there to be doing it, too.”

I’ve given away most of my books over the years but this is the one book I still have on my shelf. One day soon, I’ll flip the old, stained, yellowed taped up pages as I read it to the kids while they’re snuggled up in bed. And I’ll watch them fall in love with a silly old bear named Pooh.

I was really glad to hear about the “Books That Moved Me” campaign by The Singapore Memory Project because it brings back so many memories of all the books I used to love. It’s been 20 years but there’s something about books that take you back in time and suddenly, you remember exactly how you felt when you first read them.

BTTM

As part of the campaign, The Singapore Memory Project scoured through secondhand bookstores and went about reuniting old books with their lost owners. It’s a really sweet gesture and I know I would have been thrilled to find back some of my old, lost favourites. 

It was really cool that SMP managed to do just that. Here’s a video of how Mahdhir was reunited with an old childhood friend.

There will be 2 showcases called Books that Moved Me at the following venues, drop by to check it out if you’re in the area: 

1. Date: 20 June – 31 August 2014

Venue: Lobby, Level 1, National Library Building

This showcase presents our collaboration with KULT. Visual artists from Singapore and overseas present their takes on 40 well-loved book covers, from local titles to global best sellers and literary classics by authors such as Enid Blyton, Shakespeare and Catherine Lim.

KULT

2. Date: 20 June – 31 August 2014

Venue: B1, Central Public Library, National Library Building

Be reunited with the books that moved you once upon a time, with a showcase featuring scents and interactive audio elements to bring you back to the childhood stories you love. Come share your own memories of reading and books with us.

You can also be part of the campaign by sharing your most treasured memories on the iremember SG websiteFacebook Page and Twitter, as well photos of your favourite childhood books (if you still have them!) on Instagram.

*All content submitted will be contributed to the Singapore Memory Project. Please visit iremember.sg to find out more.

kids in motion

Motherhood. It’s making me talk funny.

It’s bizarre, I’ve never had any trouble communicating…right up until I became a mom.

Like I start talking to the kids and the words that are coming out of my mouth don’t seem to be the same as the words going into their ears. You know how in cartoons one dude starts speaking in English and it morphs into Martian gibberish in slow mo and everyone looks at him funny. That’s exactly how I feel sometimes.

Kids. They’re making me lose my ability to communicate.

My actual words: Sit down and eat your food.

What they hear: Run around the table like wild animals, then dig at the rice with your fingers, making sure it gets into your hair, face and clothes. If you must use the spoon, try to stab at the food so it falls out everywhere.

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My actual words: Don’t play with the bidet while you poop.

What they hear: GO AHEAD, PLAY WITH THE BIDET WHILE YOU POOP. Try to aim for the ceiling so it looks like a fountain.

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My actual words: Guys, it’s time for bed.

What they hear: Guys, it’s time to make yourself pee, and then get so thirsty that you’re dying for a teeny tiny sip of water, and then kiss your baby brother, and then your stomach will hurt so you need to poop, and then it’s time for more water and 5 more kisses, and when you’re finally out of excuses, wait for mommy to leave the room so you can dance in the dark for another 30 minutes.

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My actual words: Let’s be quiet for 5 minutes, mommy needs to make a work call.

What they hear: IT’S TIME TO PARTY LIKE IT’S 1999!!! C’mon, let me hear you SCREAMMMMM!!

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My actual words: Go brush your teeth.

What the hear: Pour soap all over the sink and try to make a foam party. Then spread the foam all over your body so you don’t waste it. Throw in some water as well. And while you’re at it, smear toothpaste all over the walls, it’s like art.

a good cause, collaborations

Bare Your Sole 2014

Barefoot walking is not something that we do a lot because let’s face it, it’s kind of weird and borderline hippie-ish to be walking around without shoes.

The few times I’ve gone barefoot was when I’m at the beach or the park and I’ve always enjoyed it – feeling the soft sand between my toes or the soft grass beneath my feet.

I’ve been reading up on the benefits of barefoot walking lately and it’s fascinating. They call it earthing, which is a natural thing for humans to do. You know how like babies are encouraged to walk barefoot when they start taking their first steps; they learn better when their toes get a feel of the ground. It strengthens the muscles in their feet, realigns their natural posture, stimulates sensory perception, and they learn to flex their feet as nature designed.

kids barefoot

In fact, wearing shoes too early may affect the gait of children. With shoes, children tend to walk faster by taking longer steps with greater ankle and knee motion and increased tibialis anterior activity. And for that reason, a lot of baby shoes are designed to feel like barefoot walking, because it’s better.

As adults, we should try to walk barefoot regularly too. It helps with our posture and balance when we can really feel the earth with our feet. At the same time, it also improves blood circulation, making us stronger and healthier. And my favourite part of all is that it feels so liberating and fun.

Did I also mention that the kids love it? They think it’s cool to walk shoeless, which I can’t disagree with. When we were in Maldives last month, we spent most of our time walking around barefoot and it was tons of fun.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Seeing how much they love it, I’ve been thinking that we should make it a regular family activity thing and I’ve compiled a list of places that would be great (and safe!) for barefoot walking in Singapore.

1. Hort Park

Hort Park would be a fab place to start barefoot walking. Lots of open spaces and beautiful soft grass to run on, plus there are pretty plants to look at and a little playground for when the kids get bored of just walking.

2. Sembawang Park

This newly renovated park now has a super fun playground and a clean, sandy beach that makes barefoot walking such a joy. The battleship playground is easily one of the coolest playgrounds in Singapore; it’ll be a huge hit with the kids.

3. Siloso Beach down to Palawan Beach

This stretch of sandy white beach along Sentosa happens to be my favourite one in Singapore. We usually start at Siloso Beach and round it up with a picnic at a nice shady spot at Palawan Beach.

4. Botanic Garden

Named the #1 park in Asia by Tripadvisor Travellor’s Choice award, it’s probably one of the best places for barefoot walking in Singapore. Nuff’ said.

5. Gardens By The Bay

Ok, I haven’t really explored the place (I’ve been there once for Mraz’s concert 2 years back) but from what I’ve seen, I think it’s be really pretty for an afternoon walk with the family.

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Bare your sole ad

Come next month, Habitat for Humanity Singapore will be having their “Bare Your Sole” 2014 barefoot walkathon on 12 July 2014, where proceeds will go to Project HomeWorks. It’s a wonderful initiative that cares for the elderly poor living in 1 bedroom rented HDB apartments in Singapore.

The walkathon will be happening on Saturday, 12 July at Gardens By The Bay East (Rhu Cross). It’ll be a really fun family time (food, games, music and entertainment will be available) and you’ll be doing a little something for the elderly poor in Singapore.

Register here to join.

Online registration is available until 10 July 2014, 2359 hrs. Alternatively, you can head down to register at The Orchard Central, Ground Floor from 4-6 July, 11am to 9am.

If you’re on Instagram and Twitter, join in the fun and share your barefoot photos (#bare4good)!

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seriously somewhat serious

The bag lady dress that wasn’t

Kirsten came home one day and asked “Mom, can you bring me to H&M? I’d like to get a butterfly dress. My friend has it and it’s very nice.”

“Sure, sweetheart.” It was a very specific request and she hardly ever does this so I was happy to oblige. I was also curious to see this special dress that caught her eye.

That weekend, we went down to H&M like I told her we would. The butterfly dress was out of stock but she found a pink strawberry dress in the same range that she immediately fell in love with. Frankly, it was kind of meh. It looked like strawberries exploded all over it and also, nothing should be this pink. There were a couple of other designs that were a lot nicer but she really wanted the strawberry one so in the spirit of compromise, I got her to try them all out to see how they looked.

She started beaming once she put on the unbelievably pink dress covered in strawberries.

I tried to be diplomatic, like “Mmm, not bad but it looks a bit like a bag lady dress.”

“What’s a bag lady?” she asked.

“Like an auntie. Who’s homeless.”

She considered for a moment but she did a little twirl and said, “I like this one. Can we get it please?”

Looking at her enthusiasm, it was hard to refuse so we walked out with the strawberry dress and another cooler parrot one. She brought it to school the next day so she could change into it after her shower and I could tell that she was really looking forward to wearing it.

When I picked her up from school, she was in her favourite dress but she looked sad.

“Everything ok, princess?”

“My friend said I look like an auntie,” she mumbled, her eyes welling up with tears.

I was outraged. “What??!! Should mommy have a word with her?”

“It’s ok. Anyway, you said I look like an auntie the other day too, remember?”

I did remember. And suddenly I felt really terrible. It was a careless, thoughtless remark that I thought didn’t bother her but clearly, it did. Possibly way more than when her friend said it.

I held her real tight for a moment before looking into her teary eyes. “I’m so sorry I called you a bag lady. It was super mean and I’ll never do it again. Will you forgive mommy?”

“Ok,” she said softly.

“And you look beautiful. Really, you do,” I told her. I’ve grown to like the strawberry dress. Maybe not as much as she does but it does sort of grow on you. Or maybe I’m learning to look at things through her eyes.

I’m gonna file this as one of those important life lessons I learn from this journey called motherhood. I realise that all these wisecracks that I make sometimes aren’t funny, especially when my kids take what I say seriously.

I should take my own advice and just stop it.

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precious moments

Dress up 101

Guess who’s been really into dressing up lately? Uh huh, this kid.

Say hi to Finn the Knight, with his trusty unicorn and his pink toothbrush sword. We take oral hygiene very seriously around here and he’s fighting cavities one tooth at a time. It’s all very proper business.

If you must know, he put all of this together himself, lychee basket and all. Kid’s got a future as a stylist. Or Lady Gaga.

finn the knight

This afternoon, I walked into the room to find Truett and Kirsten huddled over their baby brother, working on their latest dress up project. They were so proud of their creation that they paraded him around the house, giggling their heads off.

“Meet the Professor”, they said.

meet the professor

And then I died from cuteness.